Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, Հատոր 2Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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... thou know'ft not her despair ; Elfe wouldst thou mix , indeed , thy tears with mine , And let a mother's woes be truly thine ! For fure thy form angelick beauty wears , And human woes are wept with angels tears ! - But thou art man ...
... thou know'ft not her despair ; Elfe wouldst thou mix , indeed , thy tears with mine , And let a mother's woes be truly thine ! For fure thy form angelick beauty wears , And human woes are wept with angels tears ! - But thou art man ...
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... thy life , abate This fcorn of danger and contempt of fate . Thou liv'ft not for thyfelf ; thy queen demands Conqueft and peace from thy victorious hands : Kingdoms and empires in thy fortune join , And Europe's destiny depends on thine ...
... thy life , abate This fcorn of danger and contempt of fate . Thou liv'ft not for thyfelf ; thy queen demands Conqueft and peace from thy victorious hands : Kingdoms and empires in thy fortune join , And Europe's destiny depends on thine ...
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... thy bofom fwell'd , When fifft thou faw'ft thy braveft troops repell'd ! Thine only fon piere'd with a deadly wound , Choak'd in his blood , and gasping on the ground ! Thyself in bondage by the victor kept ! The chief , the father ...
... thy bofom fwell'd , When fifft thou faw'ft thy braveft troops repell'd ! Thine only fon piere'd with a deadly wound , Choak'd in his blood , and gasping on the ground ! Thyself in bondage by the victor kept ! The chief , the father ...
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Reft , gentle youth ! while on the quiv'ring breeze Slides to thine ear this foftly breathing ftrain ; • Sounds that move fmoother than the fteps of ease , • And pour oblivion in the ear of pain . • In this fair vale eternal Spring ...
Reft , gentle youth ! while on the quiv'ring breeze Slides to thine ear this foftly breathing ftrain ; • Sounds that move fmoother than the fteps of ease , • And pour oblivion in the ear of pain . • In this fair vale eternal Spring ...
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... thine ! • Thus was I bofom'd in the peaceful grave , * My placid ghoft no longer wept it's doom ; ' When favage robbers ev'ry fanction brave , · And with outrageous guilt defraud the tomb ! Shall my poor corfe , from hoftile realms ...
... thine ! • Thus was I bofom'd in the peaceful grave , * My placid ghoft no longer wept it's doom ; ' When favage robbers ev'ry fanction brave , · And with outrageous guilt defraud the tomb ! Shall my poor corfe , from hoftile realms ...
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Էջ 273 - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand ; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Էջ 16 - Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Էջ 160 - But ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain? The form uncouth of his disguised face ? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek distain...
Էջ 414 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
Էջ 219 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Էջ 272 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Էջ 15 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Էջ 415 - There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Էջ 448 - Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Էջ 268 - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...